Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Band 3W. Bulmer and Company, 1803 - 458 Seiten |
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... fear " To come where your lov'd presence is . " Only , if love's fire with the breath " Of life be kindled , I doubt , " With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , " And quenched with the cold of death . " Then , with a look , it seem ...
... fear " To come where your lov'd presence is . " Only , if love's fire with the breath " Of life be kindled , I doubt , " With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , " And quenched with the cold of death . " Then , with a look , it seem ...
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... fear To have or lose this ordinary light , That , when to elements his body turned were , He knew , that as those elements would fight , So his immortal soul should find above , With his Creator , peace , joy , truth , and love ...
... fear To have or lose this ordinary light , That , when to elements his body turned were , He knew , that as those elements would fight , So his immortal soul should find above , With his Creator , peace , joy , truth , and love ...
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... fear At this her sonnet's ending . I thought to move this dame of love , But she was gone already : Wherefore I pray , that those that stay May find their loves as steady ! VOL . III . E PHINEAS FLETCHER Was of a Kentish family , cousin ...
... fear At this her sonnet's ending . I thought to move this dame of love , But she was gone already : Wherefore I pray , that those that stay May find their loves as steady ! VOL . III . E PHINEAS FLETCHER Was of a Kentish family , cousin ...
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... fear , Scorning such sandy cords his proud head binds : More than where rivers in the summer ray , Through covert glades cutting their shady way Run tumbling down the lawns , and with the peb- bles play . Thy strains to hear , old ...
... fear , Scorning such sandy cords his proud head binds : More than where rivers in the summer ray , Through covert glades cutting their shady way Run tumbling down the lawns , and with the peb- bles play . Thy strains to hear , old ...
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... fear ! When Love thus in his centre ends , Desire and Hope , his inward friends , Are shaken off ; while Doubt and Grief , The weakest givers of relief , Stand in his council as the chief . And now he , to his period brought , From Love ...
... fear ! When Love thus in his centre ends , Desire and Hope , his inward friends , Are shaken off ; while Doubt and Grief , The weakest givers of relief , Stand in his council as the chief . And now he , to his period brought , From Love ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 132 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 278 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Seite 193 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Seite 244 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Seite 126 - But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Seite 277 - Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
Seite 277 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Seite 276 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 252 - Marched boldly up, like our trained band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be intreated ? And this the very reason was Before the parson could say grace The company was seated.
Seite 222 - Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.